Personal note — last surgery bill
The peace and quiet of the holiday morning yesterday was interrupted by a telephone call at 8 a.m. from a medical bill collector. The anesthesiologist is the last one to be paid ($800) for my uninsured breast surgery a few months ago, and he wants his money (so much so that their machine calls on Christmas). I don’t have it, of course, so the phone call not only angered me, but — like most dunning notices — I came away with feelings of guilt. Perhaps we shouldn’t have spent any money on Christmas? These are the thoughts that keep me awake at night.
But one of the things I learned from you this past year is that if I need help, I shouldn’t be afraid to ask for it. That’s tough for a guy like me, and I was humbled by the number of friends who responded the last time. So I’m reopening the tip jar and asking for your help to get this guy off my back. Anything you can do would be deeply appreciated.
One of our resolutions this year is to get health insurance, even if we have to pay a high deductible. Anything would be better than to go without.
